Neighbors (closed to DrStein)

Varg brooded on the new info a minute. Prophecies could be a headache. He made a point of trying to avoid them, beyond the omen at his birth about his strength. Too much magic is so easy to abuse. The last thing the city needed was a jumped up prick dealing with shit he didn't understand.

"Prophecy or no, I ain't moving out." He said it with a smirk, as if there was ever any doubt.
 
Sombria laughed at that and set her guitar down. "Well I hate to break it to you furball but we might have to...given the way things have progressed," she said with a smirk as she lean against him, nudging his arm away from his body so she could nuzzle against his chest. "It's only a matter of time before you put me through a wall, or worse somebody calls the cops," she added with a snort as leaned to hit the bong again. "I hate moving too but it's something worth thinking about...whether the prophecy is true or not."
 
Varg wrapped his arm around Bri and cushioned his head in her hair. "I mean you're still stuck with me." It wasn't until lately that Varg realized just how much he had really missed running with a pack. There was something more fulfilling about it. Something that felt closer to family than his aunt and uncles did. It felt like belonging somewhere. Absently he began humming the chorus riff of Cirice by Ghost. After the first repeat, he began singing.

I can feel the thunder that's breaking in your heart
I can see through the scars inside you
 
Finally a song she knew. Sombria was starting to think that species wasn't the only thing working against them. And though she loved the sound of his voice, she wished just once that he would sing something where she could play along to. Metal was tricky to adapt with only one guitar but she stuck to the rhythm chords and hummed the base line to keep herself on beat. The whole time hoping that Varg might be impressed.
 
Picking up on Bri's a capella Varg smiled as he sang a repeat of the chorus, this time ending on the series of high notes at the end of the song. Once he had finished the line, he dipped his head to capture her lips in a passionate kiss.

When his head drew back, his eyes were shining with a rarely seen trust and devotion. "We found each other. This is our city." There was a finality to his voice. Both his heart and the stubbornest part of his mind were made up. "And if they really want us to stay together, fine. But still not their call."
 
All she could do was nod at that. The look in his eyes. The certainty in his tone. The intensity of the preceding kiss, all served to rob Sombria of her ability to speak. Her lips spread into a wide grin as she set her guitar down before sliding into his lap to put her head on his chest.

His heartbeat strong against her ear, a sound she loved almost as much as his voice, as she slipped her arms around his middle. She planted a kiss between his his pecks and settled back with a deep sigh. "We could fix up the trailer," she said absently as she traced like circles along his stomach with the tips of her nails. "Make it ours. All that space, you can wolf out as much as you want...as often as you want. Be safer too, in case anybody's dumb enough to come looking for us. Less collateral damage...that's funny I never cared about that before. I guess you're rubbing off on me furball," she added with a snort and planted a kiss on his jaw.
 
Varg smiled softly at the thought. "A place to ourselves. Yeah, I could get used to that." Most of his existence had been one of pain to the point where he was becoming numb. He had so little to contrast it with. But what he had with Sombria felt real, right. For the first time in a long time he belonged somewhere. "You want to make the trip out there tomorrow night? Get started on it? From what this Eric guy was saying, might be a good time to put in some defenses while we're there."
 
"Unfortunately I have work tomorrow night but that doesn't mean you cant go out there and get started," she said with a pat to his chest before she slipped out of his lap. Sombria went to the kitchen and dug into one of the drawers. She came away with a set of keys and tossed them across to the room to Varg. "One's to the padlock, one's to the front door here. That last one is for a trunk hidden beneath the floorboards under the bed at our new place. There's some stuff in there you might like," she said with a smirk before stripping down to nothing.

"I guess that makes us mates now. Don't think I've ever really had one of those," she said absently as she turned her back to him, heading off to bed. "That's enough plotting our survival for tonight wolf...unless, of course, you had something to add," came as she climbed into bed, all but certain he would follow.
 
On a whim, Varg caught the keys in his teeth with a little growl. He watched Bri strip with a smile which only widened at her mention of adding something more. Instead of answering directly, he got up and began shedding his jeans and boxers. As he did so, he began to a capella the opening of Whole Lotta Love. He grooved to it as he wrangled over toward the bed. Just before the lyrics would come in, he playfully jumped up and pounced on Bri. He placed kisses and love bites on her shoulder, neck and finally her mouth.

He turned her face-down on the mattress and pinned her beneath him. "Remember our first time?" His cock started grinding against her ass while his arms encircled her and pinned her own arm against her sides. Once crossed, his hands latched onto her breasts. Varg nibbled at Bri's right ear and whispered, "Put it in like I know you can."
 
Bri turned over just in time to witness one of the most amazing sights in her relatively long life. Varg Blackstone being...silly, and it made her tingle knowing that she had a hand in lightening the load on his shoulders. "So it's not just singing you wolves are good at," she said with a giggle as he nipped at her neck

Then she was on her stomach, face buried in the pillow. Sombria let out a squeal it the sudden movement but a moan escaped her as soon as Varg pressed his harness against her.

"Remember our first time?" His cock started grinding against her ass while his arms encircled her and pinned her own arm against her sides. Once crossed, his hands latched onto her breasts. Varg nibbled at Bri's right ear and whispered, "Put it in like I know you can."

"That wasn't the first time,"she growled, still rocking her hips back and forth a little before she reared up. "That was in the laundry room...we're the reason there's an out of order sign on washer 13...mmmm there it is," she purred as she slowly pressed back against him, impaling herself on his shaft. "Fuck me like you did then...you claimed me then...I was yours from the moment you slammed inside me," she mumbled between growls as she rotated her hips in wide slow circles.
 
"Mm, I know," Varg growled as she sheathed him deep inside her. "You told me that no man had ever been able to hold you down like that." His arms tightened around her and he began rocking his hips.

He shifted so that he could partially lift her up with her ass in the air. Once he had the position he liked, he cut loose and started fucking Bri the way he knew she liked.
 
"Who knew that a wolf would be the one," she gasped as Varg began pounding away at her.

And it wasn't long before she lost her humanity. Teeth set and nails turned to talons but there wasn't much she could do with the way he held her, aside from beg for more of course. Between pants and growls, squeals of his name and professions of love, Sombria begged him to fuck her harder. To mark her as his own. "That's it wolf...take me...fill me with that thick wolf cock...make me yours Varg...give me everything...all of it..."
 
Varg let a bit of his wolfish aspect out as the intense sex continued. He was a little surprised by just how much he could do when given a lover who could take everything he could ever dish out.

He dragged his teeth along her shoulder with a lusty growl. "Mine," he managed to snarl out. His hands found a new way to occupy themselves. He shifted his grasp on her breasts and used the claw on each first finger to play with her nipples.
 
Here was one of those times Sombria cursed her regeneration. A delighted squeal escaped her as his teeth tore into her flesh and she wanted nothing more than to carry that scar. But of course it would never be, no sooner than it opened did the gash seal shut and Sombria was left with nothing.

It occurred to her then that she wanted something, anything, that showed the world she belonged to him. More than just carrying around his scent.

The thought didn't last though. With his claws digging into her nipples and fur carressing her skin, Sombria was on the edge of climax and she had no intentions of stopping. She didn't even warn him as her body began bucking erratically beneath him, her ass slamming into his crotch hard and fast until she let out a scream she was certain would wake the entire block. It wasn't long before a puddle formed beneath her hips.
 
Varg held tight and rode out her orgasm. Yeah. With her being that loud, they would have to move. The way her pussy was spasming and milking his cock, his vision actually tunneled slightly. He ground his hips to get his cock as deep into her as it could go and fired off a full load of cum into body.

He was still sheathed inside of her when Bri's humanity returned. The both of them were still shaking from the intensity of their respective orgasms. After a moment of comfortable, silent afterglow, Varg was the first to speak. "I love you, Sombria." His voice was soft, weary... happy.
 
She grinned at that, wide and proud as she contorted her body to get onto her back without letting his cock out of her. She planted a toothy kiss on both his cheeks as she slipped her arms around his neck, her nails digging a little into his shoulders.

"I love you too Varg Blackstone," she said dreamily as she nuzzled into his neck. "I didn't know I could do that...feel this way...about anybody. Let alone a wolf," she added with a little giggle that turned into a yawn. "I'm sure you're going to sneak out of here at some point before sundown but could you do me a favor and make sure I'm up by dusk. I really don't want to have to fly..."

Sombria was asleep before she could finish her wake up request, her legs and arms latched around his broad body. Her last thought was that this was as close to heaven as she could get.
 
Varg held her close as he drifted off to sleep. When the morning sun rose, he quietly slipped out of bed, dressed, and headed off for the trailer.

Exposed to the sun, Vlad's corpse had been reduced a charred skeleton with a crust of scabs and dried blood. He picked up the skull, missing most of its front teeth and smirked. Varg didn't like to keep trophies. But in this case, he would make an exception. He got to work cleaning the place up. He would try to make as much progress as he could before heading back into town to get some food and get Bri up.

When he arrived back home, it was with a bag of fresh blood that Jens claimed came from a vegetarian (something or other about his theory of blood flavorings) a footlong cheesesteak that he applied liberal amounts of sriracha to and a serving of cheese fries intended for a party of four.

He set the food down in the kitchen and walked over to Sombria as she dozed. He knelt down to her eye level and smiled. "Sun's going down, gorgeous. I brought dinner."
 
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Sombria had already begun to stir before Varg came to wake her. His scent was so strong that she smelled him before he even set foot in the lobby. The inhuman thump of his heartbeat filtered into her dreams as he came down the stairs. By the time he set down his bag of goodies, the elder vampire was awake enough to feel his eyes on her and a small smile came to her lips.

"Sun's going down, gorgeous. I brought dinner."

"Mmmm I thought I smelled Jens under all that grease," she mumbled without opening her eyes. Sombria took in a long deep breath and let out a little chuckle as she sat up. "What happened to wolves not keeping trophies," she said with a grin before planting her lips on his. "I must be rubbing off on you furball," she added as she messed his hair and slipped out of bed, heading straight for the bag on the counter. "You wouldn't have happened to find mine in the wreckage, did you?"
 
Varg openly watched her ass sway as she went to the counter. "Not yet. Mostly just fixing up what we busted. That and burned motherfucker stains are harder to get out than I thought. The smell..." He cringed at the memory of just how bad the carcass smelled once he had moved it.

Shaking that memory off, he dug into his share of dinner quickly enough. He had run down a couple of rabbits for lunch that afternoon, but that just kept his appetite tamped down rather than satisfied. Feeling the burn from the excessive sriracha, he got back up, quickly crossed to the fridge and came back with an entire 2 liter bottle of Coke he had stored the other day. "So ballpark it for me. Was I in all of your dreams today or just more than half?"
 
Bri blushed at that, then quickly rolled her eyes when she realized Varg was probably only teasing. "We don't actually dream," she said with a shrug as she twisted open the jar. Her brows furrowed as she caught a whiff of something different but the hunger was too strong to waste time with contemplation. She down the jar of fresh, but questionable, blood in one long gulp. All the sex and vengeance of the night before had her more ravenous than she thought. Viscous red trickles skated down her chin to drip down to splatter on her bare breast and the floor beneath her feet.

"You have to be alive to dream," she said once the jar was empty. Bri sat it down on the counter, teeth still set, and contemplated licking it clean before shaking her head with a smirk. "Like heartbeat alive. We get streams of memories, that don't always belong to us, but we can't create...can't imagine," she said with an almost solemn shrug before she shift her eyes to him and smiled a little. "But we can think and I think of you often...probably more than I should. Hard not to when I basically smell like you now," she said with a wink and turned her back in route to the bathroom to rinse off before work.

She didn't even let the water get hot before she jumped in to cleanse the evidence of last nights tryst. The visible evidence anyway, Sombria took great care not to wet her hair so that his spicy musk stayed strong in her strands. They were together now, for real, and she didn't care who knew it. "Let them come," she muttered to herself as she pulled back the curtain, teeth set at the thought of the challenges that would surely come with their "union".
 
Varg waited for her to get out of the shower before he got up again. He immediately went straight to her and wrapped her up in his arms with a kiss. "I'm gonna head back out to the trailer. I'll pick you up when you're done."

He then went back for his jacket that he had draped over the couch. "Jens wanted to know what you thought of the blood. Said he got it from a vegetarian donor."
 
"I'm gonna head back out to the trailer. I'll pick you up when you're done."

Sombria pouted at that but didn't say anything. What could she say without looking like some needy woman who couldn't survive the world without a man? Though she doubted Varg would see her desire to be with him as anything but that, Bri didn't want to risk a misunderstanding so she kept her mouth shut as she dressed at human speed.

"It was weird," she said of the blood as she pulled on the shitty blue polyester shirt with her name scrolled over the right chest pocket. "Not exactly human but not really animal either. I liked it though, whatever it was. Tell him to keep it coming," she said with a wink as she scooped up her own jacket and headed for the door. "Tonight's a long one. I won't be done 'til two so you've got plenty of time to cause trouble for all the maladjusted supernaturals skulking around in dark alleys," she said, her hand on the knob but it didn't turn.

She took a deep breath then, shook her head ever so slightly before she gave into the nagging in the pit of her stomach. "Just promise me you'll be careful," she said quietly, without turning around. "You aren't alone anymore Varg and...I wouldn't...I don't...just be careful okay."
 
Varg stopped all together when he heard the ache in her voice. It caused a deep thrum in his chest that had been an old friend for longer than it hadn't been. He silently crossed the room over to Sombria and put his arms on her shoulder. He was not a wordy guy. He preferred actions and direct, simple ones at that. This time, however... "Hey. Look at me, babe."

Something in this woman brought out a side of him he thought all but dead. He took off his shirt as she turned around. He guided her hands to his scars, particularly the gnarly old ones that must have been unspeakably painful at the time. "These are the ones that I survived when revenge was what kept me going."

He guided her hand to the most recent patch of pale scar tissue, the one Vlad had given him before his execution. "Now that I have you..." He abruptly leaned in for a soft kiss and rested his forehead against hers. "Think of anything trying to keep us apart as another sexy scar in the making."
 
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